What
a night! The night began with the revealing of Daisy and I’s relationship to
her husband Tom. It did not go well, and Tom ordered both of us to leave and go
home. Daisy chose to drive, which thinking back now was not a clever idea. She
was distraught and clearly not in the right state of mind to drive. Then, all a
sudden, we hit something. It was Myrtle. I immediately decided that Daisy was
not going to take the blame. I would take the blame. I knew that it would be
traced back to my car. But first, I had to get Daisy home. After, I got Daisy
inside and settled, I returned home and began to formulate a plan. I could tell
the truth, which wasn’t going to happen. I could say it wasn’t my car, but if
someone saw us that wouldn’t work. Lastly, I could take the blame. The latter
was looking like the best option. I was not going to let this tragedy fall onto
Daisy. She already had enough problems that stemmed from Tom. I wish he could
have been the one driving the car. All of this would have been so much easier
then. There would not have had to be a cover up. All this secrecy could have
been avoided. Hopefully all of this will get sorted out.
I invented my new identity to fit the image that I wanted to portray. I grew up in North Dakota. My parents were dirt poor, however as a child, I knew that I was destined for greatness. I knew that I was not meant to be a poor farmer barely surviving in North Dakota. I was bound to be rich and well known. I realized that to do this, I had to run away. I needed to forge my own path to fulfill my destiny. Some years later, I saw a boat about to crash into the rocks on Lake Superior. I quickly rowed over and steered the vessel to safety. The owner turned out to be a very wealthy businessman. He took me under his wing and taught me how to be a gentleman and the ways of doing business. This is when I changed my name from James Gatz to Jay Gatsby. After this, I felt reborn. I felt as if I had finally begun my actual life. I knew that it would be filled with luxury, wealth, and pleasure. I had the skills that I needed and now a new name. I would no longer be known as a poor farmer from Nort...
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